Chapter 179 Chapter 179 Rules are made for the rule of law...
Song Ruan only found out after he finished the exam that the scores for the first college entrance examination were not announced.
But she still knew her score. It was because there was someone above her, no, there was a ruler.
At that time, there was no Internet access, and the place where the college entrance examination papers were corrected was a state secret. According to the rules, the system had no authority to cut the real-time broadcast of that area - the system repeatedly emphasized that it was a formal department and a formal system, and it dared not act lawless.
But nothing can be difficult for our miracles.
The slogan that the system shouted the next second was: Rules are made to give people the power to find loopholes!
Their system department stipulates that the system can only project consciousness into the moths and ants around the host to get a glimpse of the world, but the clever system still found a loophole.
It projected its consciousness into a mosquito beside Song Ruan, and then relied on its indomitable perseverance, flapping its wings that were less than two centimeters long, and flew to the Heilongjiang Provincial Education Bureau.
That is to say, he knew that this was a projection of his own system, and the most important thing was that it had no physiological tissue at all. Otherwise, if he encountered a King Kong Mosquito that could fly hundreds of kilometers day and night in a temperature of more than ten degrees below zero, Song Ruan would have to kill it without even sleeping, even if it meant sacrificing his own family for the sake of justice.
She didn't even dare to think about what a horrific thing it would be if such hexagonal warrior mosquitoes were released into the wild and multiplied.
The system flapped its wings for more than a week and finally brought her back the news:
She scored 389, but lost a few points in composition and politics, and ultimately missed the provincial top spot by one point.
But Song Ruan was still quite satisfied - there were geniuses in every era, and there were also many young people who truly loved knowledge. Even after going to the countryside, they did not give up learning, and even regarded reading as the only comfort in their difficult lives. In comparison, she, who was lazy and hated work, just took advantage of standing on the shoulders of giants of later generations.
And he is the second in the province. He has traveled all over the world. Who can say that this result is bad?
The most important thing is, with the results she got in the exam, the things like having grades replaced that she had read in novels before should not happen to her.
How blind and stupid does one have to be to let a fool who couldn't even get into his own university get the second best score in the province?
——Forgive her for being a little harsh, but she personally thinks there is no need to speak softly to those who don’t study hard and want to steal other people’s lives.
She was told that such people should be bombarded with cannons, because they were filthy creatures who destroyed the air when they were alive and the land when they died.
Having thought of this, Song Ruan wrote twenty or thirty letters of advice in different handwritings overnight, suggesting that when the post office gives the admission notice to the candidates, the household registration booklet should be checked and no one else can collect it on their behalf to prevent those villains from taking advantage of the situation.
Don't think that the impostors are so sophisticated and powerful. Many of them just took advantage of the information gap and took other people's notices in advance, and then impersonated others.
This operation sounds too simple and unbelievable, but in this era of underdeveloped transportation and information isolation, the success rate is still very high - after all, there is not even a photo on the admission ticket now, so it is not impossible for Zhang San to say with his eyes open that he is Li Si.
You have to know that there are very few floating population now. You need a note to go from the brigade to the commune. Many people have never left the city in their entire lives. In a completely unfamiliar city from all over the world, who knows if you are Li Kui or Li Gui?
Song Ruan, with the attitude of "everyone should get the benefit from it", quietly submitted his applications to various places, from the government to newspapers. He didn't know which one worked, but soon the county issued relevant regulations and requirements.
Although these years are poor, there are indeed many enthusiastic people who are willing to devote everything to the development of the country - whether they are officials, intellectuals or ordinary people.
Today's merit is increased by one.
After finishing one thing and knowing her results, Song Ruan was completely relaxed - in fact, she was quite relaxed before, after all, she did think she answered quite well, but it was such a big thing after all, so she was still a little worried. Now it's fine, the last bit of burden in her heart is gone.
As for the operation of taking advantage of the loophole to fight against the spirit system and being caught by the main system and locked up in a small black room and also being criticized, it has become so familiar that people are not surprised.
The system was skillfully copied by the furious administrator, who did not forget to remind Song Ruan:
"I have activated the smart hosting mode. You can buy whatever you want in the system mall directly without any delay. I will be back tomorrow. Don't worry, I have a coder, and they can't open me."
The Administrator who was jumped in the face: Ahhhhh! ! !
It angrily scolded the system and put on an N95 mask: "Shut up, shut up!!"
The anti-essence system: “Heh.”
What's the point of wearing a mask, what's the point of wearing a mask? If you have the guts, stuff a piece of cloth in its mouth and see if you don't complain about it for violating its personal rights!
Song Ruan waved her handkerchief and said, "Okay, I'll bake sweet potatoes for you when you come back."
Administrator: No, your system has been caught and put in a small dark room. Don’t you feel ashamed as a host?
Why do you look so proud of this? !
Ahhh, this pair of host systems are not good, no wonder they can be bound together! ! !
Once he relaxed, Song Ruan began his completely leisurely life.
There's no way around it. Winter in the Northeast these days is generally quite boring. There are indeed many entertainment activities such as snowball fights and ice skating, but most of these are related to snow. It's freezing cold outside, and even if you are a snow ferret, you can't stand playing like this.
The warm kang and fire wall are still the most comfortable.
However, Song Ruan is a lazy girl who never treats herself badly. Even in such a boring environment, she still finds a way of enjoyment that belongs to her alone.
"Sister Xiao Song, Sister Xiao Song, the steamed buns and potatoes are ready."
The captain's eldest grandson, Hutou, swallowed his saliva and brought a plate of roasted and fragrant afternoon snacks from Northeast China from the 1970s.
The surface of the steamed bun was baked into a crispy rice crust, and on top was piled shredded pickles mixed with chili sauce and minced meat. The potatoes had been thoughtfully peeled and divided into small pieces, and the yellow meat was coated with chili powder. Heat and aroma rose in the house.
Hutou was very considerate and stuck a few toothpicks on it.
Song Ruan picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. Although it was burned, Sihasha let out a long sigh of satisfaction: "Thank you for your hard work, Tiger Head. You should have one too."
As soon as these words were spoken, the other little kids who were fanning her, lighting the fire, and massaging her legs and shoulders became more diligent, waving their hands so fast that they almost left afterimages.
The only little girl, Xiaoya, said in a sweet voice: "Sister Xiaosong, are you dizzy from sleeping? Is my eldest brother's fever too strong? Is my second brother's fanning not good enough? Can I give you a massage? - I just washed my hands."
Her two brothers were suddenly pulled down and stepped on:? ? ?
Of course, they were not willing to be outdone, and they all argued for themselves: "I fanned gently, what's wrong with that? Xiao Jun's fire was not good!"
"I'm burning well, it's just Xiaoya who doesn't know how to press it, Sister Xiaosong, let me massage your legs for you!"
The scene was like a palace fighting drama (children's version).
Song Ruan, who was almost served like Empress Dowager Cixi, waved her hand lazily: "Everyone go eat!"
The children cried loudly and jumped towards the plate with their nimble hands and feet.
Only Xiaoya blinked her watery eyes without moving: "Xiaoya wants to accompany her sister more."
Xiao Wu and Xiao Jun, who had already started eating, suddenly couldn't eat anymore: Ahhh, this pretentious little girl!
How can you be even more servile than them at such a young age!
Song Ruan smiled and touched the little girl's head: "Go eat."
Well, these ones are all from the captain’s family. They have reached long-term cooperation with Songruan in recent years and are all very skilled.
Although not a born child, it's almost the same.
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